It's tough being cool and seven 
When your dad doesn't know what to do. 
He takes out your clothes, 
Picks out grey, brown and blue.

He doesn't understand at all. 
He doesn't even think
That being cool is being dressed 
In bright yellow, orange and pink.  

It's tough being cool and seven
When you're playing video games.
You talk about all the bad guys,  
And Dad doesn't know all their names.

He thinks the Power Rangers
Are all just hyper girls and guys.  
He thinks Ninja Turtles are IN; 
He thinks Spider Man flies.

It's tough being cool and seven
When Dad takes you out for a day. 
I meet a cute girl to play with,
And Dad gets in the way.

He comes over and just stands there,  
Gives me a smile and a wink,
Asks the girl what her name is.
Good grief, what does he think?

Does he think we're getting married?
Does he want me to hold her hand? 
I want to say we're just friends,  
But old people don't understand.

It's tough being cool and seven
When your T-shirt doesn't hang down,
Your hat brim faces ahead
And your pants don't drag on the ground.

But seven and cool is what I am;
I'm really quite a man.
Dad will never be cool though,  
But he's doing the best that he can.